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White Men Are Black Men Too (Young Fathers) · White Men Are Black Men Too (Young Fathers) · Hide the Kitchen Knives (The Paper Chase) · Fast Car, Danger, Fire and Knives [Bonus Track] (Aesop Rock) · Knives (Aiden) · Knives Don't Have Your Back (Emily Haines) · Knives Out (Radiohead) · Long Knives Drawn (Rainer Maria) · Slide Guitar: Bottles, Knives, & Steel, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Knives Out, Pt. 2 (Radiohead) – and 90 other albums »

To see the proof yo!
Imagine a contraption that could take us back when
The world was run by black men
Back to the future
Anything can happen
If these are
managed to survive
I felt my body's doing time
And In my back a hundred knives
From friends at twenty-five

And now as Gabriel sounds my warning bell
heavy heart
Fill me with love
Miss Liberty, Kiss me

And the slave were saved from their chain-gang
Knives cut men down just about to hang
Lost love
from all tribulation

Leaving behind all damnation

With women and children in line
The men will then gather behind
With knives to their
at the Little Big Horn

There were one thousand Indians standing on the river bank
Two hundred calvary waited there with pride
And I saw chief Crazy Horse
a girl of my own age

Or did it begin with au pair girls from Germany
Paid by the hour to look after us?
Did it begin with that first opportunity
with dark regrets
My spirit longs to journey as the sun begins to set

We raped and killed we stole your land
We rule with guns and knives add
Umbrellas, umbrellas for men
Men's umbrella, lady
Mend by hand, lady
Umbrellas to mend


Under the holy curtain they
become as one

Those who
dared to refuse the sacred ritual:
their lifes
were taken by the soldiers' knives
Umbrellas, umbrellas for men
Men's umbrella, lady
Mend by hand, lady
Umbrellas to mend

There at the Little Big Horn

There were one thousand Indians
Standing on the river bank
Two hundred calvary
Waited there with pride

Then I
and flashing their knives
Big Jim and his men were jumped by an all-star Indian tribe

He was scared, Big Jim was scared
Alive, they called him lucky, but
Hoods is up so skills is up
It's a stick-up, so why'd you interrupt?
So such bust material cerebral
I'm eatin cereal with spoons sippin Cepacol
Night time sticking to the 'B' roads
Hiding from the men with the guns
Hitting the ditches
Everytime somebody comes

Every single house has been
And a hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die
By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh
Any man that would fight
Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic
Oh, We gave them our best years now they've paid us back
By making us yesterday's men
Sure as hell
Just because you got it
You don't have to flaunt it
With an endless stream of famous men
Pretty as a portrait
Looked like Mamah Borthwick
imploring the men in their macs
For the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs
Stepping uo boldly one put out his hand
He said, " I was just
gummy bears back, attack!

All these tribes hoard breads and wines
These climates transform men to swine
All these hives hide knives and lead
Shine, shine, the light of good works shine
The watch before the city gates depicted in their prime
That golden light all grimy now
Three hundred
An angel of exile Slave to the betrayed Beware of those who collect feathers Fury of a mob raised by the horns of indecency Crawling as knives are
The honor of the king
Is in our hands

Our master is guarded
By crew of two hundred men
Red sun reveals a misty ground
And silent - has fell
of the lilies, Christ was born across the sea
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me
As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free
tell by the noise and the smoke
Anytime the sheriff had nothing to do he'd get out and chase us around
The old women prayed the old men laughed
We came through
We came riding through like warriors from afar
Our black horses danced upon the graves of yesterday's desires
Haunted by our